I am a disturbingly habitual person. I’ve known this for a long time, and I’ve found peace and comfort in my habits.
My last year in college I would get up every Saturday at 5AM when no one else was awake and leave the house (trying not to disturb anyone, lest I alert the morning to its own quite existence). I would take the bus and go downtown and get off one stop before the bus station. This way I could walk down 16th street (along with last nights drunks and homeless) in total silence simply reflecting on the peace and emptiness of a city that was bustling all week long. I’d stop in to get some coffee and read a book or study for a while, then I’d go to school and study some more and then go home. This was a vacation for me, a habitual vacation.
After I graduated and was jobless for 6 months I woke up at 7AM, went and got coffee arriving generally around 8:30AM and stayed until generally 10AM. I got “my” drink, I said “my” hello to the barista, and I sat (whenever it was available) at one of “my” favorite seats. This semi structured lifestyle kept my head somewhat above water even though I was faced with the reality of joblessness.
Now that I have a job and am in fairly decent standing I am starting to realize the negative effects of my habituated lifestyle.
I didn’t realize it at first, I thought I was just kind of living life, doing that career thing you know. Then my family started to come out to visit, and instead of feeling eager I felt anxious. Why? I love having my family around, I love hanging out with them and talking to them and yet when they come to visit I feel anxious for no reason.
It donned on me when my parents last visited that the reason I feel so anxious when I do things with people is that I have compartmentalized my life to the extent that as soon as I break a single habit (ignoring whether it could be defined as a good or bad habit) I get anxious because that habit isn’t occurring as I expect it to.
It’s even worse when I don’t have people forcing me to break out of these habits, because then I can’t seem to find peace. I want to read a book tonight, but I have a habit of watching a movie before bed and I don’t have time to do both, and so I put my desires for self-betterment asside and instead sit bored while I perform the habits that I have grown so sick of. Instead of working out, instead of reading a book, instead of analyzing that algorithm I said I would look at, I perform my habitual routine of watching a movie. It’s boring, but I still do it.
It surprises me that I would allow a habit to take over my wants and desires, when I have virtually no want or desire to actually do that habit other than for the simple reason that that’s what I’ve been doing. So, I’ve realized that while habits can bring peace and comfort I’ve begun to feel trapped and oppressed by them.


